The sky is still tinged in blue,
The sun is shining so bright,
Nature is flaunting superb hue.
Still looks great a starry night.
They all did look just the same
When life was not a mere curse
When I still had a sweet name,
‘Old Beggar’ still now sounds harsh.
I still ruminate golden days,
That period gone really fast.
Still I had courage and the rays
Of hope, in that gleaming past.
I just wanted a famed future
With music as my best comrade,
I dreamt to be a rising star
Of pop songs before I was dead.
My inner music died that night
When I chose to beg in streets,
Beside the bush in streetlight
Shivering without the warm sheets.
All I’m doing is acting great
To show people I’m not dead;
I hope to get rid of this state;
I hope it’s the final masquerade.
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